In front of me are inky eyebrows, straight noses, and eyes that contain countless human scenes.

In fact, Mu Jiujiu found that Wen Yuan's gaze was sometimes too deep and cold, which would make people subconsciously ignore that he had a pair of moving eyes.

At this moment, when he lowered his head and drank porridge, he had a rare gentle emotion.

Wen Yuan had serious injuries before, and his clothes were stained with blood, so Mu Jiujiu changed him into clean clothes.

At this moment, he bowed his head slightly, revealing a slender neck and delicate collarbones.

Mu Jiujiu looked at it for a while, blushed a little, and looked away.

……

The porridge is not hot, it is warm.

Just the right temperature.

Wen Yuan drank the porridge calmly, his dry throat was moisturized, and the warmth made his expression inexplicably gentle.

In all fairness, the taste of porridge is just average. This is because the sake mixes all the ingredients that work well.

There are many rare spiritual objects in this porridge, and perhaps a person with ordinary qualifications will faint due to too much spiritual power if he drinks it, and even have bad consequences.

But this pair of Wen Yuan just happened to make his injury recover faster.

Wen Yuan couldn't say what emotion was in his heart for a while.

Over the years, some people in the world have respected him and some have feared him.

There are those who regard him as the supreme person in the world and take his words as the truth of their lives, and there are also those who want to kill him and get rid of him in every possible way.

But there are few people who look at him and sincerely serve him a bowl of porridge.

Some people are good to him, either because of his status or because they have other plans.

Even if there are a few people who have intersected with Wen Yuan, sometimes there are other thoughts in his eyes.

For a while, Wen Yuan was full of thoughts.

"Senior, is the porridge delicious?" Mu Jiujiu asked Wen Yuan, his eyes were shining.

"It's sweet." For no reason, he replied strangely.

Yes? It's sweet, she didn't add sugar, huh? Mu Jiujiu was a little puzzled.

She picked up another bowl of porridge on the table and took a small bite.

Then, almost threw up!

What is this? Strange taste!

Mu Jiujiu frowned.

In fact, the porridge itself is not unpleasant, but Mujiujiu is living in modern times, and he has eaten too many delicacies, and his taste has been raised.

In addition, when she saw that Wenyuan ate so seriously, she thought it was delicious, and as soon as her expectations increased, she immediately felt that this bowl of porridge was hateful.

But why did Wen Yuan's predecessors eat so deliciously......

It's hard – he's better than mine?

Holding the idea that "someone else's bowl must be more fragrant", Mu Jiujiu hesitated a few times, but couldn't help but say: "Senior Wen Yuan, can you give me your porridge to drink?" ”

Wen Yuan: "? ”

"I want to try." Mu Jiujiu was a little embarrassed, but she was too curious.

Wen Yuan's fingertips paused slightly.

“…… Well. After a moment of silence, he handed the bowl to Mu Jiujiu.

The girl in front of her picked up her own spoon, scooped a spoonful from Wen Yuan's bowl, and put it between her lips.

The lips seemed to be the most touching red in the sky, the girl's cheeks were slightly pink, and there seemed to be water in her eyes.

Wen Yuan subconsciously looked away.

After drinking the porridge, Mu Jiujiu's face wrinkled.

It seems that the miracle did not happen, and this bowl of porridge is still as unpalatable as the one just now.

Mu Jiujiu handed the bowl to Wen Yuan in a complicated manner, and when he saw that the other party continued to drink porridge without changing his color, an indescribable emotion rose in his heart.

Senior Wen Yuan is really a good person!

In order to prevent her from being embarrassed, I would rather be in pain myself, but also drink it!

Mu Jiujiu was moved by the mystery when she suddenly heard Wen Yuan say to her: "You don't have to call me senior in the future." ”

Yes? If it's not called a senior, what is it called?

Directly called Wen Yuan? It seems a little strange. Is it called Brother Wen?

Wait, Brother Wen? Bra?

Mu Jiujiu was shocked.

She immediately said to Wen Yuan: "No, no, I think it's better to call my seniors and show my respect for Wen Yuan's seniors." ”

Wen Yuan seemed to chuckle lightly and said lightly: "Whatever you want." ”

Mu Jiujiu thought for a while and said, "Senior Wen Yuan, you should recuperate here if you were injured during this time, it's still quite quiet here." ”

She also told the waiter before, although the other party wondered why she saved someone, but she didn't ask.

"Okay." After Wen Yuan finished speaking, he added: "Thank you." ”

"The seniors are polite, it's nothing~ But why did the seniors fall from the sky that day......"

It's also miserable.

Wen Yuan seemed to think of something, and his eyes were slightly cold: "There was some accident." ”

"Okay." Seeing that the other party didn't want to say more, Mu Jiujiu didn't ask anymore.

She thought that she might go offline later, so she said: "Senior Wen Yuan, I sometimes go out, and you can tell the waiter if there is anything at that time." ”

"Don't worry." Wen Yuan said succinctly.

****

Qianteng Realm, Yue Jian Sect.

Inside the main hall.

The head of the sect, the elders, and many disciples of the Yue Sword Sect gathered.

But they did not speak.

With an unprecedented solemn expression, they all looked at the head in front of them - Fangzheng.

Duan Qianxiao looked at the solemn expressions of everyone in front of him, sighed slightly, and took a step forward and said: "The disciple is guilty, he should not leave the team without authorization, disobey the teacher's orders, the disciple is willing to accept ......."

Unexpectedly, the head of the house waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to say any more.

Duan Qianxiao was surprised in her heart.

Fang Zheng said: "I called you here today because of one thing-

A few days ago, I discussed with the elders and sent a group of disciples to the Poisonous Mist Swamp, the purpose of this trip was to experience and to obtain one thing—the "Turquoise Heart".

In the center of the Poison Mist Swamp there is a kind of turquoise flower, which blooms every three years and withers after blooming, and the "Turquoise Heart" is the product of its withering.

But all the disciples we sent did not return within the expected time.

And ......"

The boss's square look sank.

Seeing that he was no longer speaking, one of the elders shook his head and added, "And today, we found that the life cards of the disciples who went out, except for Duan Qianxiao's, were all broken. ”

The life card is broken!?

How can it be?

Duan Qianxiao's pupils shrank.

All the other disciples also had expressions of disbelief.

You must know that the Yue Sword Sect is heavy on force, and it is famous for "using swords" in the world of Qianteng. The disciples are all extremely outstanding.

But such a group of people turned out to be ......

"Elder, could it be that Senior Brother Cheng Yan's life card is also broken!? How is this possible. One of the disciples said.

Cheng Yan is the personal disciple of the head of the sect and the senior brother of Duan Qianxiao. He is a calm person, with profound swordsmanship, and likes to guide the rest of his disciples on weekdays, and is deeply loved by everyone.

The elder sighed, "It's true. ”

Duan Qianxiao's body trembled slightly.

Senior Brother Cheng Yan......

After losing Sheng Canglan, the eldest brother, will he lose another senior brother?

He still remembers that when he left the team, Senior Brother Cheng Yan criticized him on his lips, but he was tolerant in his eyes.

In the end, seeing that Duan Qianxiao really insisted, he said helplessly: "In this case, when I want to return to the sect, I will send you a message, and when the time comes, you will go back with us, and you will not be punished." ”

Who would have thought that it would end like this!?

At this moment, Duan Qianxiao could no longer suppress his emotions, took a step forward, and said to the master: "The disciple invites himself to the poisonous mist swamp, and he must find out the truth about the damage of the senior brothers!" ”

"Nonsense!" Fang Zheng rebuked.

"Master—"

"Dozens of disciples were all lost, if you hadn't left the team halfway, you would have been there! Are you going to die now!? The head of Fangzheng was deeply saddened in his eyes.

"But—the disciple is unwilling!" Duan Qianxiao's eyes were red.